An abyss of silence opens its chasm
Stretching into eternity
Chaining my wrists and ankles with nothingness
I writhe and spit
The zenith of panic biting down on ivory skull
Hard enough to crack
Like the lyre of Orpheus
Resurrection in the form of music floods my veins
An IV drip of sound placating my seizing muscles
Suddenly, I am dancing
A swirling force of dark matter
White corneas rolling, a starved animal insatiable
I let the mania consume me, evading that wretched silence
A whirl of frantic limbs, I will dance until I die.
